Page 32 of Submitting to Daddy
Without breaking eye contact, I undo the invisible zipper running along the side of my dress, grip the hem, and pull it over my head in one smooth motion. I toss it toward him and let it fall to the ground at his feet. Naked, I lower myself to my knees before him.
I teasingly exhale, “Oh, Daddy…” With nimble fingers, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it slowly, taking my time unzipping his pants. His cock springs free, thick, veined, and already aching for me. I drag my tongue along his length, from base to tip, not once breaking our heated stare. “I haven’t even started.”
I take him into my mouth, tongue swirling and lips tightening around him. I hollow my cheeks and work him deep, feeling the way his thighs tense under my hands. A sharp groan spills from his lips as I swallow his cock—one hand tugging gently on his balls and the other gripping his thigh. “Fuck. That slutty little mouth of yours feels good,” he roughly praises, and it only makes me hungry for more. His fingers fist my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and I moanaround him.
On the edge of release, his cock twitches in my mouth. I let him fall from my lips with a wet pop. I stroke him slowly, watching the saliva coating him glisten in the moonlight as I climb into his lap. Straddling him, I align his thick head to my entrance. With one slow motion, I sink over him until he’s buried deep inside me—gasping at the sudden stretch and fullness. “I’m going back to the club.”
My hips roll, grinding me over him. “I’m doing it forme. BecauseIenjoy it.” His large hands slap my ass, both cheeks stinging as he roughly palms them.
“And you’re going to let me,” I grit, riding him hard and sliding myself over the entirety of his length. Planting my hand on his thighs, I lean back, and his eyes travel down my body to the unfettered view of where we meet with a growl. “All that work gives me the endurance to fuck like this—” I manage to push out the words as an orgasm rattles through me, my whole body shaking.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I slow my pace but grind harder. His jaw is clenched as his head tips back, each of his ragged breaths blowing against my neck.
“I’m doing it because I’ve never let a man tell me what to do,” I breathlessly whisper against his ear, “and I don’t plan on starting now.”
He snarls, and his strong arms lock around my waist. In one quick, brutal motion, he flips me beneath him. My back hits the cushion, legs still wrapped around his hips as he looms over me, his face carved in shadows and fire. His hand wraps around my throat, and he tightens his fingers. “You’re wrong, firecracker,” he groans, thrusting deep enough to steal what little breath I could manage through his tight grip. “Youwilllisten to Daddy, or you’ll be punished.”
He fucks me slow and rough, like a man possessed. Each thrust is deep, deliberate, and savage. My body arches for him—skin burning and heart hammering like thunder. “I’ll compromise,” he hisses. “You can dance. When I’m there. But the first asshole who so much as puts a fucking finger on you?” He pulls out and slams in painfully hard. “I’ll drag him out back and put a bullet in his fucking skull.”
I shouldn’t like it. I should be furious at his possessiveness, the territorial demand he has over me. Instead, I’m unraveling. Coming undone for him—not just my body, butme. Because it’s not only about control. It’s about how far he’d go for me.
His mouth crashes over mine, stealing air and my ability to think, kissing me like he’s starving and I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste. The way he’s pounding into me—deep and unrelenting—has me crying out into his mouth, my back bowing off the chaise as his cock drags against the rawest parts of me. Every stroke is devastating. Every thrust feels like he’s fucking the air out of my lungs, like he’s cementing his claim into the very center of me.
With a growled breath, he pulls from me and flips me again, forcing my chest to the chaise as he yanks my hips up. Ass in the air and legs trembling beneath me, I barely have time to gasp before he’s slamming back into me from behind, burying himself deep with a force I’ve never felt before.
“You wanna test Daddy?” he barks, his fingertips digging into my hips as he drives into me again and again. “Then take every inch of this cock like the needy little slut you are.”
The force of his hips meeting mine shoots jolts of ecstasy straight through me, each thrust seemingly harder than the last. My fingers grip onto the cushion, knees spread wide to steady myself as I whimper through the overwhelmingpleasure. The friction, the fullness, and the filthy stretch of him pounding into me in this position—it’s almost too much.Almost.
He slaps my ass, the sting blooming instantly before he grabs the flesh tight in his grip. “Fucking perfect,” he growls. “So fucking beautiful—back arched, dripping wet, ready for me to fuck you however I please.”
My body shakes from the force of him. When his fingers find my clit, I scream into the night. The orgasm trembling through me is so strong that my arms crumple beneath me, and my face falls into the cushion. His handprints blaze across my ass and thighs, and I push backward, needing to meet his vicious thrusts. “That’s it, firecracker. Look how desperate you are to take Daddy’s cock.”
He folds himself over me, pinning me to the soft cushion. He groans against the side of my neck as my pussy flutters around him, and I sob through another grueling wave of euphoria. “My dirty girl likes being filled and owned, doesn’t she?” he snarls. “Tell Daddy you love it.”
“I… I love it, Daddy,” I breathlessly stammer through my pleasure-filled sobs. Gasping and shaking beneath him, my nails claw at the cushion for some semblance of control. “My greedy little pussy… can’t get enough.”
My climax slams into me so hard I scream—the sound ripped from my chest yet muffled by the cushion under me. “Nobody else will ever make you come like I do, because that greedy little pussy belongs to me.” His hips slam against my ass with a guttural roar, thrusting deep and stilling as he pours into me. “Mine.”
Struggling to breathe, I exhale, “Daddy’s.”Because I am.Nomatter how hard I try to fight this, I already know I’m going to give him everything, no matter the cost.
THREE DAYS LATER
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper, tenderly brushing Madison’s hair away from her face and pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“It’s fine.” Madison stirs beside me in the bed, her voice thick with sleep. “I’m up.”
Nik’s knock on the door was sharp and early, letting me know that Jagger and Hawk arrived a little earlier than expected—too damn early for the shit I know is coming. I pull on my clothes quickly as Madison stretches, her limbs uncurling like a cat under the covers. She blinks slowly, still caught in the haze of sleep. The bruises on her face are starting to fade, but the sight of them still twists something sharp in my gut.
“Who are Jagger and Hawk?” she murmurs, squinting up at me.
I pause at the door, one boot on, the other still in my hand. “Some hired guns we’ve worked with before. Muscle. We do other business with them, too. Enzo brought them in to keep an eye on Eavan a while back.”
Madison sits up a little straighter, the covers slipping from her chest. “Keep an eye on her for what?” she asks, her brows furrowing with genuine curiosity.
“Take a shower and get dressed.” I shake my head, ignoring her question. I leave her naked in my bed, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
The air grows thick as I make my way downstairs—the tension and unease palpable. Hawk, Jagger, Enzo, and Nik are all gathered around the kitchen island, mugs in hand. Nik is sipping black coffee. Jagger, as usual, looks like he hasn’t slept. Enzo is pacing slowly, his jaw grinding. And is Hawk is scrolling through something on his phone, eyes narrowed at the screen.
